I am there
very much
standing alone
in the darkest corner
floating
shivering
in search
of low light
waiting for
the right
answers.
a force infusing
within me
seeking the
removal
of the blocks
crossing the
last hurdle
to watch
the flow
movements
in torrents.
do not care
for the icy looks
for the upper lips
for cold hands
for the ultimate
rejection
want to
reach out
to begin
afresh.
The poem’s narrator seems to be waiting for a moment,or an opportunity that will alleviate an innate sense of alienation or isolation.The introspection conveys a brooding disquiet.
Louis- Thanks a lot. You are spot on..